The Great Desolation's

Chapter 160: Rebuking the saint, asking questions from behind

"Is this the so-called Holy Sword of Humanity?"

Huang Tian's face was grim, and he stared at the treasure trove of merit obtained in Lao Tzu's hands.

“Yes, this treasure was refined back by Pindao, purifying asphyxiation, and softening it with merit. It should be a merit treasure obtained, which can condense the luck of mankind, and the power of killing it is not inferior to that. from Hongmeng who measures the heavens."

The old man nodded and said in a deep voice.

"reel!"

Huang Tian's eyes were filled with anger, and he shouted furiously.

"pretty!"

Lao Tzu's face sank, his eyes pouted, and a vast holy prestige filled the entire palace, staring coldly at the emperor.

"The Holy Sword of Humanity!"

"Do you think if you were to refine back the Mage Slaying Sword and turn the Mage Slaying Sword that devoured hundreds of millions of human souls into a holy sword, it would become a treasure?"

"In the eyes of my human race, even if this treasure is an innate treasure, it is still embarrassing for my human race!"

The emperor's eyes were filled with anger.

Because of this witch-slaughtering sword, how many people have fallen from the human race?

Because of this witch-slaughtering sword, the human race and the demon race fought, and blood flowed into the river.

But now Lao Tzu has upgraded it back into the holy sword of humanity, which has aroused great disgust from the emperor.

"Huangtian, you are a Taoist, but your obsession is too deep. Growing Taoism is looking for opportunities and getting magic weapons."

"Although the Sacred Sword of Humanity had been stained with human blood in the past, it had become a treasure because of it. You're too obsessed with human emotions."

The old man looked displeased and said in a deep voice.

For Lao Tzu, who practiced in a cruel way, magic weapons were the most important thing for cultivators, and strength was paramount, so why should you care about anything else.

"You are a high-level saint. You have been sanctified by mankind, and you have never cared about the suffering of the world."

"The emotions of the human race are your flaws. How can you understand how much the human race hates Killer Swords!"

"Go! People don't welcome you!"

"Take the so-called holy sword of man, come out!"

Emperor Huang Tian showed no mercy, and directly scolded the saint.

"Huangtian, are you really a poor person without anger?"

There was a slight roar in Lao Tzu's eyes. As a saint, he was severely reprimanded by a junior. No matter how good Lao Tzu was, he was still angry at this moment.

"How's that?"

Huang Tian's eyes stared straight at Lao Tzu, unafraid of any holy prestige.

"explosion!"

As Lao Tzu unleashed the power of a saint, in the Qingtian Holy Land, a green lotus ghost appeared, and supreme majesty suppressed the universe.

Qingdi also looked at Laozi.

As long as Lao Tzu dared to make a move, the Qing Emperor dared to smash the entire Shouyang Mountain into pieces.

This was how Lao Tzu faced Huang Tian.

"Forget it, from now on, Mount Shouyang will have nothing to do with humanity."

Lao Tzu held back all his majesty, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

The human race had undergone too many changes due to the abnormal number of emperors.

At this moment, I feel a little regret in my heart, if I knew that such a situation would happen, I would not stop Xuandu from going down the mountain.

"If there is a cause, there will be a consequence. There's a law when you drink and peck."

Lao Tzu's eyes were deep, and his figure slowly disappeared.

Along with Xuandu outside the palace, he also disappeared.

"Oh!"

Huang Tianshi's eyes flickered with coldness, and he thought of the so-called holy swords of the human race.

The Killer Sword actually fell into the hands of Lao Tzu.

"One day, I will destroy the sword with my own hands!"

Huang Tian's eyes were filled with determination, and his desire to prove the Dao of Hunyuan was even more urgent.

...

When Lao Tzu left the human race, Nu Wa sighed at the Wa Palace.

"If I had known today, why in the first place."

Nu Wa's eyes showed a hint of depth as he muttered to himself.

I don't know if I'm talking about Laozi or Xuandu.

"Daoist partner Nuwa, rarely comes to my underworld for reincarnation, why?"

Hou Tu appeared in front of Nu Wa and said softly.

"I want to ask fellow Daoist Houtu to help me send a living being to reincarnation."

Nu Wa took out a magic weapon, Fuxi Qin.

In Fuxi Qin, the true spirit rays from the moment of Fuxi's fall were sealed.

Looking at Fuxi's true spirit, Houtu's face was a little complicated.

Fuxi was one of the Four Heavenly Court Emperors, and he contributed a lot in the battle of the Lich.

From the perspective of the Wu clan, Fuxi was a great enemy of the Wu clan.

"My brother is an enemy of the Wu clan, but it is also fate, he has also fallen, but all cause and effect."

Nu Wa sighed softly and said slowly.

"Do you want him to reincarnate into the human race?"

"Right on, he should be the number one sage of the human race."

Nuwa nodded and explained.

"Good."

Hou Tu looked at Nu Wa's face and agreed.

After all, Fuxi and Nuwa were both training at the foot of Mount Buzhou back then, and they were neighbors to the Wu clan, and Nuwa had a good personal relationship with Houtu.

Even after Nuwa joined the demon clan, she never took any action against the witch clan.

"Thank you."

Nuwa nodded, and then left the reincarnation of the underworld.

"Mankind..."

Hou Tu's eyes showed deep meaning, and he said to himself.

"When mankind prospers, naturally a great sage must be born."

Dao Cang's voice rang out, appearing in Samsara.

"Meet His Majesty's God Uncle!"

Hou Tu bowed and said respectfully.

Dao Cang slightly nodded, and a beam of divine light penetrated into Fuxi's true spirit.

"God, you ..."

Hou Tu could not help being stunned for a moment, and said involuntarily.

"Just give him luck."

Dao Cang glanced at Fuxi's true spirit and said slowly.

Fuxi, as the first human emperor in the era of the three emperors and five emperors of the human race, naturally could not be too weak.

Dao Cang puts Fuxi's own legacy into his true spirit, which is equivalent to reincarnation and rebuilding.

As soon as he was born, he was able to practice the magical powers he had practiced in his previous life, but the past emperor, Fuxi, had completely disappeared.

"God, after all, the human race is too weak."

Hou Tu could not help but say.

The body structure of the Dao and the heels of the human race were destined to be incomparable to the innate spirits nurtured by heaven and earth.

Except for the first batch of humans.

In the end, the weak human race would eventually come to an end.

"How strong a race is not determined by the cultivation below, but by the cultivation above."

Dao Cang looked at the back ground and said casually.

Therefore, an army with a saint in charge was an overwhelming force, even if there were many humans inside.

"So that's it."

Hou Tu nodded, showing a hint of understanding.

Then Dao Cang was ready to go.

"Shen Zun, there's something I don't understand in Houtu."

Hou Tu suddenly asked.

"What's the problem?"

"Why did you take Di Jun and Tai Yi's true spirit?"

Hou Tu looked at Dao Cang with bright eyes and asked.